The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1887-11-03
laugh you laugh tonight, you'll have
ter give q screech in hell.

| ter give screech in hell.
81 was agwien ter preach, brothern
on tex I has picked out and studied
but while we was asinging the Speeri
moved me ter another.
"But brotherin an sisterin I want
ter ak yer ter set still. A little NOV.
ing pnts me out because 1 got the liv
er disease, an it scares me-"
With these preliminaries the speak
er launched forth. He was young
the district school teacher, with rep
utation for learning and wisdom.
81 will take you through the lin
cient worthless first, brotherin, an
then come down to our ery," he went
ON. Then with old Moses for start.
er he flew off to the blower, Cab
riel, yet hardly had touched this
name, when tie meaning of Cherubim
occupied him, and this in turn was
left unexplained for flight to Peter
| and "heavenly NANNY" forgotten al
once with tha mention of "Mary Mag
dalen, the mother of Christ" Verbose
incoherent, meaningless. Not q
thought, not link, scarcely dozen
words connected, he stumbles along
after words and names and empty
sound.
At first slow and solemn, his voice
half heard. But presently his blood
warns, his tone changes, his words
come faster, his fist fails at intervals
upon the pulpit board.
'The devil is sneaking about like q
ro'in lion a-huntin' up heavenly man
ny! Get behind me satin as Christ
say, haint got no use for you, be
cause L can throw myself down often
this pinnycle an git al tho NANNY l
want outen rocks. I'll gin you all the
kingdoms of the earth, say he. The
lynn lazy dog. he never owned q foot
o Ian in his life Git outen here sa-
tan ! Git outen herer'
The babies have hushed in response
! or fear, CALCULATIONS begin to break
from the elect, the crowd is alert and
breathless with expectation.
Wilder grows the voice. The win
dy verbiage is swelling into tempest
He stamps and pounds and shrieks.
/! His eyes are wild, be beats his hands
and tears hi. fingers through the rag.
ged name. Words are inarticulate
in the storm of frenzy.
The listeners are starting from
| their seats, eyes astrain, lips parted
nerves athrill with excitement, but as
vet silence intense is upon the au
dience.
For moment longer the furious
storm continues. There is neither
word nor thought, he raves and stamp.
| and screams like a maniac, till e1
hausted finally with frenzy he falls
upon the bench behind him.
Anothe.. brother rises instantly
The excitement is almost at boiling
point; let it not grow cold The emp
ty howls of the mao dervish have
strung nerves to tension, this one
will strike the chords and wake the
wished for music He knows his in
strument and strikes with master
hand.
Look into that bresh, sinner, an
see the smoke a-bilin' up outen The
pit Come a little closter! By thu
light O. the Word look down the hole
I can see the devils down thar, an
they are a-stirin' an a-rankin', an sin
ners are fryin' an a sizzlin' on the
coalsl 1 can smell the har' singein'
An yonder are thousand devils {
stackin' up kindlin'l What are adoin
down thar'l What are ye adoin' dowr
thar! Listen at the answerl Sinner;
can't you hear .eml A startin' the fire
for the sinners at Bearwallow church
Mothers save yo' chillen Chillen WIN
won't ye-." Screams and howli
and means drown the voice of tn,
speaker, shrieks of anguish and shout
OF salvation.
The terrified sinners fall upon thei
knees while the saints give glory foI
doomtescaped. The point of ebullitiol
is reached. Nerves strung by tht
bowling dervish now find relief. The,
leap into the air and strike out will
arms and feet, they embrace anC
laugh and rave. Some are singing
children cry with fright, babies scream
in paroxism The preacher has nev
er ceased, but wilder yet above tn
uproar comes the awful message he i
telling-Devils-torment and ever
lasting fire. Pandemonium is aloose
the place seems hell.
| Let us go, said the Soul. Give m
rather the CHASTITY corpse of religion
shrouded in white veitments and EN-
balmed in classic ritual, than thi
living, monstrous horror.
| Out IN the moonlight we passed an
down through the pines till the nigh
grew silent. The Soul pondered. No
in the ceremony of stately cathedral;
not in the raving of british hoors, nc
in the wild dance of the dervish no
the intellectual flight Of the Easter
philosopher, but deep in the soul
God, aud the yearning heart but a
sumes the religious garment whic
lies nearest to hand.